If we're condemned to chow and coitus and toilet paper, who are we ?
And if that's all we're capable of, what pride can we take in the fact that we are, as they tell us, free beings ?
Freedom?
As you live out your desolation, you canbe either unhappy or happy.
Having that choice is what constitutes your freedom.
You're free to melt your own individuality into the cauldron
of the multitude either with a feeling of defeat
or with euphoria.
Our choice, my dear lady, iseuphoria. "